Lianda and the terrible Cave Wyrm Part VI
Or
“Keeping a breast of the situation”

Lupilo grinned and rolled onto his belly, extending a huge wing.
”It’s easy. Look, you spread out, like this, and when you want to glide you can lock it solid…” There was a meaty hollow pop “…and that’s your basic gliding position. Tilt your left wing like this… and you’ll go left, same for the right, like this…” Lupilo’s wing flexed and tilted as he demonstrated, the late morning light throwing shadow puppets on the wall, and Lianda watched, half extending her own wing, mimicking the moves. “… and if you do both together, you’ll fall out the sky and go splat, so don’t do that, OK?”
Lianda nodded – she was fairly certain she’d got it. It had all seemed so obvious as she had gone through the motions.
”Great!” said Lupilo, as he stood. “Let’s give it a try then!”
Lianda looked around. The Run was fifty meters or so of rough stone floor, covered in frost and blown snow (and now, small puddles of Dragon juices, but those aren’t important). It ended in a four storey iron bound door, and on two sides, buttressed arches supporting a high carved stone roof, but the end of the long hall dropped abruptly into nothing. Anything not able to fly would be discovering the truth about life after death far below a few short minutes after stepping of the end.
Lianda felt even less like standing up than before.
”Come on” Lupilo told her, as he coaxed her to stand “I’ll be right behind you, and if anything goes wrong - I’ll catch you!”
Lianda was not wholly convinced.
Lupilo cantered down the Run, and leapt from the edge, spreading his wings and dropping from sight, rising a few seconds later some distance away. He circled in the sunlight, waiting for her.
She crawled to the edge and looked down. The valley floor was so far away it was lost in shadow. She tried to tell herself that meant that if anything went wrong she had loads of time for Lupilo to rescue her.
The view still made her toes curl though.
She backed away from the edge until she had a decent run up. Taking a deep breath, she charged the precipice, and leapt with a scream of sheer terror.
For a dizzying moment, she fell through the air as her wings opened and her arms and legs windmilled trying to catch something, anything to stop her falling, feeling a sudden terrible empty sensation under her stomach, and then her wings filled with air and she was soaring.
She locked her wings, and soared. Jerkily she stretched out her hind legs to lie along her tail and folded her forelegs under her sternum.
Rolling her eyes rather desperately, she caught sight of Lupilo not far off, paralleling her. Reassured, she twitched her left wing and drifted slowly left.
She could feel the air, updrafts and the wind, and she circled slowly looking for some rising air as Lupilo had told her. Pretty soon, she was essaying short swoops and dives – the wind in her wings felt buoyant, like water, and she could hear Lupilo shouting encouragement in the distance. She folded a wing and rolled, flipping herself through a full turn, the sudden loss of lift sending an adrenalin shock through her, an she was astounded to see how far she had fallen in that brief instant. She spiralled around, gaining height, and started back to the Landing Run. She came in for her first landing, tilting her wings, trying to slow down, but still hit the ground with a jolt which bounced her into the air, and she skidded on the flags, her talons throwing sparks as she slid to a halt.
Rapid cantering signalled Lupilo’s own landing, and he trotted to a halt beside her.
”You did great!” he congratulated, “You really got the hang of it quickly”. He opened the doors and they went inside. As they passed the first door on the left, Lupilo stopped “After you, if you want it?” He offered as he indicated the toilet.
Lianda remembered the feeling as she’d leapt off the Run. “Ah, no thanks, I uh, went earlier…”

Lianda spent the rest of the next two days practicing her flying and fire breathing with Lupilo, exploring the towers of Lupilo’s (and hers) home. She found the large bathing pool, wide enough for several dragons, and gazed at the view from the highest tower. She explored the cupboards in her room and found bottles of powders and lotions, experimented with the talon care kit and tried on some of the jewellery. One of the rooms she found seemed to be some sort of nursery, with faint burned patches on some of the walls. One rooms appeared to be a natural cave, with a bubbling spring – there was a sandy floor, warmed through by the magma far below. It seemed to be seldom used although much of the rock was worn and polished, and the scratched walls suggested that it did occasionally see use. She asked Lupilo about that room over dinner one night. He looked her, his eyes inscrutable. “Hatchery”, he said and busied himself with his meal.
Lianda didn’t know what to think about that. She wasn’t even sure she wanted to consider the implications. The only person she’d ever been able to talk to was Iolan, who was… Lianda didn’t even know where the village was.
The next morning Lianda cornered Lupilo.
”I want to go back to the village” she told him, “I want to make sure Iolan is all right, and anyway we should give back her leather straps. And I want to talk to her. Um.”
Lupilo rubbed his snout for a few moments.
“You’re not going to take no as an answer are you? I didn’t think so. I thought you’d want to go back one day, but no so soon.” He sighed. “I have to finish the account of my diplomatic visit, but don’t worry, your village is easy to find…”
The next day, Lianda, carrying the straps leant to her by Iolan took off from the castle, and circled a few times to gain height. She had the landmarks Lupilo had stated memorised and orienting herself to the distant peak that was her main landmark she set off.
The land below her slowly changed from grey craggy mountains, to grey boulder-strewn plains, and eventually to wooded and grassy sloped mountains. Eventually she passed a large lake, another landmark, and began looking for her third landmark, which was a line of ancient monoliths. Lupilo told her they were erected thousands of years before and engraved in ancient Dragon Glyphs. Lianda asked what they meant and Lupilo had admitted that they said;
“For not very uncomfortable caves, try the third peak on the left. Fat sheep and fresh water. Caution, villages are morons. These Monoliths paid for by the Mirren Tith Brewery: Dwarf Beer for a Great Time!”
It was following this note that had lead Lupilo to end up in the caves above Lianda’s village.
At long last, Lianda was nearly back to the village from where she had started. Depressing really.
Only one thing could have brought Lianda back, her friend Iolan. Never a bawdier wench had flipped through the pages of Madam Zinkies’ Kinky Leather and Knitwear bondage catalogue!
Lianda had actually spent some time living with Iolan without realising that she was the village bawd, and then one day they had ended up in a hot tub with Iolan taking her with a ten-inch wooden strap on. Such is life.
Lianda flew over the woods, and came in for touchdown on the pastures, tripped and slid on her belly down the hill. She couldn’t resist shouting “Wheee!” and braked to a stop with her talons. She skipped nimbly into the trees and lurked behind a bush, checking for lurking shepherds.
Being as circumspect as it’s possible to be when you’re a long white dragon she sneaked through the trees to Lianda’s house. She lurked in the tree line, for a while in case Iolan had any of her “visitors” in. As the sun set, Lianda decided that it was probably safe, and went to tap on the door.
The door opened, but whoever Iolan might have expected, it’s wasn’t a large white dragon, which she made clear with an impressive array of invectives as she dived under a table. Iolan, Lianda remembered had an irrational fear of giant carnivores with huge teeth and claws..
”Iolan!” Lianda hissed “It’s me, Lianda!”
Iolan peered from under the table.
”I know Lianda, and you ain’t no Lianda” She called.
”Look, meet me in the feed barn, OK?” Lianda hissed back, and then checking to see she hadn’t been spotted, ran for the feed barn. It was a roomy building, usually used for storing winter feed, and although a few bales remained, it had yet to be refilled from last winter. Lianda felt considerably safer ensconced behind a row of bales.
After a few minutes, Iolan stepped through the door brandishing a bread knife and a lantern.
”I have a knife” she called “so don’t try anything!”
”Great, great, later you can make sandwiches, now close the door will you?” Lianda called in return, and stuck her head up over the hay bales, blinking in the dusty light.
”What’s this about being Lianda?” Iolan asked, waving the bread knife defensively.
”Well, it’s kind of an enchantment. Lupilo did it – I kind of agreed to marry him, I think”
”What? How do I know this isn’t a trick?” Demanded Iolan.
Lianda rolled her eyes. Paranoid! “What sort of trick would that be exactly? Um. Man dog or horse?”
”Horse!” replied Iolan, “Bugger me! It is you!”
She put the knife down and hurried over to Lianda for a better look. She Put her hands on her hips and examined the Dragon critically.
”Mm. I’m not sure I approve you know – white’s so hard to keep clean.”
Lianda laughed and pulled Iolan into a hug, startling the other woman somewhat – she hadn’t realised how much she’d missed her friend.
Lianda leaned comfortably against some of the hay bales, an Iolan hitched up her skirts and perched comfortably on Lianda’s belly while they talked.
Lianda told Iolan all that had happened since she had left – flying to the castle, the spell that had changed her, learning to breathe fire and flying lessons.
”But I think Lupilo expects me to have children – there’s a nursery and a place for the eggs and everything, and I just don’t know what to do!” Lianda wailed.
Iolan put a hand to Lianda’s shout, and stroked soothingly.
”Well, it’s up to you, you know. Do you love him?”
Lianda nodded slowly, surprised to realise that she did.
”Well, you could do worse than settle down and start a family with him – he loves you, he’s got a castle and he’s loaded. And from what you told me, he’s hung, which is always a bonus…”
Lianda laughed – Iolan was incorrigible.
”Oh yes, he’s not er, lacking there!” She agreed, blushing invisibly.
”I hope he’s been keeping you entertained?” Iolan asked with a leer.
”Oh, yes! He’s wonderful – he makes me feel so wonderful!” Lianda laughed.
”I’ll bet!” said her friend “But if you’ve been playing ‘Slide the staff’, it might be too late to consider not having a little Dragon running around setting fire to the curtains.”
Lianda gaped – she had honestly not considered that. She wasn’t sure she knew how to be a human mother, let alone a Dragon mother.
”Er, well, there was quite a lot of, um, you know” Lianda waved her hands tying to describe, “And I didn’t think, um, how much has there to be for me to get… you know?”
Iolan put her hands over her face and groaned.
”I really didn’t do a very good job of teaching you, did I? Let’s just say even a little is more than enough, and it sounds like you’ve have way more than a little…”
Lianda felt a little overwhelmed.
In the past few days her entire world had been shattered and re-made, but she couldn’t really say she was sad. She was happier than she had ever been before, and even if she got pregnant, or if she already was, the thought wasn’t so unpleasant. She wondered what it’d be like, and realised that she was going to find out at some point, sooner or later.
“Anyway” Iolan continued, “At least you’re going to be able to feed whatever little critter pops out of the egg!”
Lianda nodded. “Yes, the castles’ food is really good.” She said, entirely missing the point, and the way that Iolan had been staring at her breasts since she’d perched on Lianda’s belly.
Iolan lay down on Lianda, as they talked, settling her head blissfully between Lianda’s huge breasts, and Lianda put a hand on her back to steady her. Iolan was warm against Lianda’s skin, and she was enjoying the contact.
”How’s the village been since I left?” She asked, and Iolan chuckled.
”They’ve been complaining about the water tasting odd”
Lianda snickered. Righteously indignant that the villages had tried to leave Lianda to be eaten alive by Lupilo, one of their last acts before quitting the village had been to piss in the well. Iolan had been drinking her water from the spring that fed her bath for the last few days.
”But” Iolan continued, “things haven’t been so great. People have stopped coming, and I think there’s trouble brewing. They got really pissed at you after your Lupilo roasted that berk, and I think they want to blame me.”
Lianda growled in her chest.
”What are you going to do, move?”
”Yes. I think I’ll have to. I’ll move a few villages away – someone with my talents is always popular, especially with the wives the shepherds leave behind!”
“I expect you are!” Lianda laughed.
Iolan rubbed her cheek on Lianda’s smooth skin dreamily, and gently stroked the swell of one huge breast.
Lianda smiled and stroked Iolan’s back, remembering the last time Iolan had felt her up.
”Iolan,” she began, “I know you enjoy your work, but I don’t think you’ve even got anything big this time!”
Iolan sat up, not even blushing. “Oh, I don’t know…” she said with a wink “I’ve been cheering up Mrs. Spinner, and you know, after the eighth kid, she could take the millers carthorse…”
Lianda laughed – Mrs. Spinner was a large woman, and the thought of her under the millers’ carthorse seemed fitting, especially given her long face and pony tail.
”Well, so could I now” She told the lavicious wench straddling her, “Although” she continued catching the look in her eye “I wouldn’t, even if you did ask nicely!”
”I wasn’t going to!” Iolan her, radiating sincerity, “I was just enjoying the thought. Anyway, there’s more than one way to enjoy yourself than filling your cunny! Mmm. Actually, stay here, I’ll be back…”
Iolan kissed Lianda on the end of her snout and slid off her belly and hopped to the ground. Gathering her skirts around her, she trotted off out of the door.
Lianda put the lantern out of the way and set about shredding some of the hay bales, her talons tearing though the binding quickly, and in a few minutes she had an enormous pile of hay. She rolled and wriggled until she had made herself a nest, and curled up waiting.
After another couple of minutes, Iolan slipped back in the door, and fastened it with a chain. She was completely covered by a long thick cloak, and was carrying a small satchel.
She threw of her cloak and struck a pose. She’d pulled her hair back into a ponytail, and was wearing a soft brown leather corset that lifted her breast up, and knee length short-heeled boots of the same leather. Iolan twirled slowly, showing. The corset laced at the front, and was snug but not tight enough to compress restrict her movements.
Iolan reached into her bag and pulled out a pot of honey. She took the lid off and dipped a finger in for a taste.
”I always liked the phrase ‘Honey drizzled nipples’ you know!” she said, sucking her finger.
“Well I how you bought enough for all six then!” Lianda told her, indicating her extra set of perky nipple.
Iolan laughed and stroked them, running her hand over one broad expanse of skin, caressing the warm skin, and Lianda wriggled happily into the straw.
Iolan climbed back onto Lianda’s belly, straddling her, and Lianda could feel the warm skin of her thighs and crotch as she shifted comfortably.
Iolan upended the pot of honey, letting a languid dollop of honey slide free to settle coolly against Lianda’s skin. As it warmed it oozed slowly over her, catching on her hard nipple, dripping under the swell of her breast.
Iolan licked her lips and dripped another glacially slow dollop of honey on Lianda’s other breast, coating the tingling skin in a golden sheen of sticky sweet honey. Iolan purred, and Lianda purred back rumbling deep inside her chest, and Iolan shivered, tightening her thighs against Lianda’s hot skin. Stopping the jar of honey, she dropped it into the hay.
Taking one of Lianda’s huge nipples, she began stroking it, teasing and rubbing, the honey sliding under her fingers, as she leaned over, and started kissing and licking the other breast. Slowly she licked around the aureole, her tongue rasping over the skin, sucking the honey from the dusky brown flesh. She took the hard nipple into her mouth and licked at the firm blunt tip, squeezing with her lips and teeth gently, as her other hand, thickly coated in the sticky golden honey rubbed and massaged. Lianda moaned softly as Iolan caressed the dimpled tip of her nipple, feeling the warmth growing between her thighs. Iolan began licking the rivulets of honey that had rolled down the curved flesh of Lianda’s breast, sucking and kissing the skin.
Lianda groaned, her toes curling in the hay. She could feel Iolan rubbing herself gently against her belly, the heat of her thighs joined by the warm wetness of her excited pussy as she licked and fondled.
Iolan sat up, her chin wet and sticky, and her own nipples standing proudly in the lamp lit twilight. With a sigh, she leaned backwards and slipped her fingers underneath her, rocking on the sticky digits, moaning. She leaned forwards and slowly slid down Lianda’s belly, leaving a damp, honeyed smear. Iolan wriggled her belly against Lianda’s tiny quartet of udders, and leaning down, managed to snag the honey again.
Lianda could feel the woman’s sticky wet pussy pressing down on her own, which had engorged, the two sets of lips pressed against each other in a warm kiss.
Iolan eased herself down further, the base of Lianda’s tail between her creamy soft thighs now, the gentle curve of her warm belly pressing against Lianda’s wet sex as Iolan leaned forward to suckle and lap at the yielding mounds of Lianda’s four dugs.
Unstopping the honey again, Iolan poured it over and between the four mounds, drizzling thin strands over the hard points, before putting the jar to one side. Slowly Iolan undid her basque, and pulled it free, throwing it into the pile of straw.
As Lianda moaned, Iolan leaned forwards, her smooth tummy rubbing and pressing against Lianda’s swollen pussy, her hands smoothing sticky honey over Lianda’s tingling udders, her lips and tongue teasing the erect nipples/
Lianda gasped and moaned, digging her toes into the straw as the woman between her thighs sucked and nuzzled her. Iolan was rocking, grinding her own sopping pussy against the base of Lianda’s tail.
Lianda’s hips bucked, as Iolan sucked – her nipples felt as though they were iron hard, and ached to be touched, and her pussy felt tight and hot – she wanted it filled!
At last Iolan sat up, wet from her belly to her crotch, glistening in the yellow light, her lips and chin sticky and shining. Rubbing her slick skin, she laughed at the panting Lianda, who growled a little, but could not resist a quick grin.
”You’re playing a dangerous game” she chided, grinning; “but now the Dragon must be sated!”
Iolan raised her hands to her breast in mock terror. “Oh woe is me, whatever shall I do…?” she mused and grabbed the honey pot.
Opening it, she held it in one sticky hand and placed the other on Lianda’s huge pussy. Parting the thick wet lips, she upended the pot.
As the thick honey started seeping between her lips, Lianda shuddered, the oozing chill quickly warming, and she panted and moaned.
Iolan parted Lianda’s wide labia as the honey oozed slowly over her wide pink clitoris, slowly running down the wet, dusky pink valley and pausing a delicious instant, before a wide, round drop eased into the opening of her inner passage.
Lianda gaped groaning, and her tail arched up, curling around Iolan, her fingers going to her aching nipples, pressing and rolling the honey slicked nubs.
Iolan surveyed the swollen vagina longer than her own hand, the thick, soft labia, pouting and wet, the thick round clitoris glistening in it’s layer of warm honey, and the wide, gaping opening filling slowly with the sticky treat. She leaned down to lick experimentally at the hard clit, making the Dragoness quiver. With two fingers, she began to explore Lianda’s depths, the soft lips kissing and sucking at her hand.
Her fingers slid in easily, and Iolan stroked gently exploring. Unnoticed, the now empty jar rolled free, disappearing into the loose straw.
Iolan clasped her fingers together, folding her thumb into her palm and slowly pushed. Her honey covered hand slid easily into Lianda, who clenched her muscles softly, squeezing Iolan’s hand as it penetrated.
Inside Lianda, Iolan wriggled her fingers, feeling and exploring. After the tight wet clasp at the entrance to Lianda’s inner passage, she opened out, and Iolan could feel the hot flesh against her fingers, like silk in water, and though Lianda’s contractions continued to squeeze her arm, she pushed further, slipping her arm almost to the shoulder into the panting Dragon.
“Don’t…stop…” Begged Lianda, as Iolan brushed carefully against the folded pout of Lianda’s cervix, eliciting a long moan.
Iolan pumped her honey slicked arm, Lianda’s juice dripping from both the pouted lips of her pussy and Iolan’s arm, and she once again began to nuzzle and suck at the clitoris, running her tongue in spirals around it, licking the underside.
Turning her palm upwards, Iolan rubbed along the inside of Lianda’s passage, pressing, massaging, until Lianda began to gasp and pant, growling deep in her chest, making Iolan’s teeth rattle, and with a spasm, Lianda’s pussy gaped wide and as rapidly, clamped almost painfully tight on Iolans arm.
The Dragon shuddered, ripples running down Iolan’s arm, a hot spray of juice squirting between the heaving labia.
Trembling, Lianda relaxed, and Iolan slid her arm out of the now flaccid honey coated pussy, massaging some life back into her hand and wrist.
Lianda hissed between her teeth, chest heaving.
“You are evil…you know that, don’t you?” she panted.
Iolan bowed, honey coated and dripping.
Lianda laughed, and grabbed her in both paws, lifting Iolan onto her chest, laying her on her belly between Lianda’s breasts.
“Hey!” Iolan called, “What’s up…Ahhh, ooooh!” Iolan cooed as Lianda dragged her long pointed tongue up the inside of Iolan’s thigh, chasing errant drips of honey, and the warm taste of her own juices.
Dragons, it has to be said, give some of the best oral in the world, a point not lost on Iolan, as the mobile tip of Linda’s tongue slipped between her labia, and teased her.
Pressing her face into Lianda’s belly, Iolan moaned, rubbing her own nipples for a change, and then gasped and whimpered, as she felt her dusky orchid penetrated by a hot wet tongue the texture of chamois.
Iolan shuddered and quivered, as the thick flexible tongue slid into her, curling and stroking her secret depths. She panted as it slid with excruciating slowness around her labia, before dipping back into her, curling and stroking. She suppressed a wild scream as the tip swirled around her, tracing the folds of her depths, flicking over the thick flesh that was her G spot.
She panted and moaned, until she could stand it no more and she climaxed, her muscles squeezing the flexible muscle of Lianda’s tongue which whipped out of her and curled over her clitoris as she shuddered, causing Iolan to scream again.
Finally, she slid off Lianda, and the two of them lay in the hay nest, panting, strange shadows playing over the barn walls.
“I’m going to write this up for the readers’ letters section in the Madame Zinkies catalogue” Iolan gasped, pulling straw from her skin.
Lianda watched the ceiling. “Do people write in with this sort of thing often?” she finally asked, her mind boggling a little.
Iolan shrugged. “Thee was a woman who claimed to have had a run in with a centaur” she allowed, “And someone else reckoned she had a go at a Kraken, but I don’t know about that, even if she did say she was a mermaid…”
Iolan and Lianda sniggered for a bit.
“I’m going to heat up the bath” Iolan told Lianda, “I can’t go around sticking to everything in sight, especially this damned straw!”
Gingerly, Iolan stood and gathered up her dumped clothing, attempting to carry it in an armful of clean(ish) straw to stop it getting stained. Proudly, Lianda noticed that Iolan was walking a little bow legged. There’s nothing like the feeling of a job well done!

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